Illiana's Library.

The way I think of it is imagining the fight scenes in Troy, or 300, or Gladiator, and imagine how you would describe it in writing. In my case, I'm a DnD geek girl from way back when it was still dice, pencils and paper, so I'm used to describing a fight with medieval weapons.




Good night Illi.

I'm surprised you didn't think of me then my elf :kiss:

Hmmmm .... that i could possibly do ....


Oh by the way *giggles to herself at the trouble she is stirring up* did you know that Troy is one of Mistress's favorite movies of all time? *smiles sweetly*

*decides to come clean before i get sister or i into trouble* Sister, Mistress does not like the movie Troy ... for many reasons ....i just do not have that much of a death wish on the off-chance she might find my teasing amusing. :eek:

Hector was by far my favorite part of the movie.

Oh you are so lucky you corrected her, you would have been in a lot of trouble if you went around telling people I liked that movie :devil:
 
I'm surprised you didn't think of me then my elf :kiss:

Mistress, I think of You all the time. :kiss: But in this case, to be honest, I am flip flopping back and forth between really wanting to write this story, and being completely turned off and overwhelmed by the idea of writing anything. I think a lot of it is the stress at work, so I plan to get through this current assignment and see how I feel then.

If You would like to write with me, I'd love that. This role would have You as a skilled Amazon warrior, but new to the front, and without much actual battle experience, whereas my character is young, but a combat veteran of 3-4 battles, and nearly burnt out by the carnage she has witnessed. She wants to take some small step to make a difference, so she decides to personally take one of the newly arriving reinforcements under her protection. The role of the new reinforcement is slightly a slightly submissive situation to the veteran, but if that feels weird, we could switch the roles. :)
 
*Slipping into the library for a while to work on ideas and beginning posts to possible stories, it seems a peaceful night. I find a spot at a table, serve myself a tall glass of sweetea and settle in to write, wondering if I'll have any company tonight. A pretty girl to kiss might not go amiss. I might just be in the mood for hijinks. :D
 
*Finding my way to the library tonight to work on new ideas for stories, I leave the lights off, finding a table and laying my head down on the cool surface, closing my eyes. I try to let the stress of the day go, but it's hard, since I know tomorrow will be as bad or worse.

I'm completely exhausted and drained, mentally and emotionally. My creativity is at a low point, as is my motivation to do anything. I don't even feel like I am pleasant company for anyone to be around. I want to give up, but I can't. It's not an option.

So for now I just rest my weary mind. Some days, it's a victory just to survive them. And they all must end eventually, no matter how bad they are.
 
*Finding my way to the library tonight to work on new ideas for stories, I leave the lights off, finding a table and laying my head down on the cool surface, closing my eyes. I try to let the stress of the day go, but it's hard, since I know tomorrow will be as bad or worse.

I'm completely exhausted and drained, mentally and emotionally. My creativity is at a low point, as is my motivation to do anything. I don't even feel like I am pleasant company for anyone to be around. I want to give up, but I can't. It's not an option.

So for now I just rest my weary mind. Some days, it's a victory just to survive them. And they all must end eventually, no matter how bad they are.

The air stirs around her and even her Elven senses do not detect the one who comes until she wishes it so. Gentle hands touch Thyri's shoulders, even as her lips kiss the Lady Elf's cheek just as gently.

"What ails you, Milady Thyri?" The question comes from seemingly nowhere until she is simply there. Sitting beside her, but on the table, her legs swinging idly.
 
*Glancing up at the arrival of my friend, surprised at her seemingly sudden arrival, I blink away the tears of frustration, trying to compose myself quickly, offering a faint smile.

It's silly, Cait. It's the stress from this work assignment. I know that is a silly thing to let get to me. It just leaves me weary and drained. I spend all day feeling like I don't really know how to do what I'm supposed to be doing. And with each problem that comes up from my failure to get it right, it makes things worse. The deadline is all too soon approaching, and I'm not going to have enough time to work things out. I'm guessing on what to do, and it shows.
 
.......It's silly, Cait. It's the stress from this work assignment. I know that is a silly thing to let get to me. It just leaves me weary and drained. I spend all day feeling like I don't really know how to do what I'm supposed to be doing. And with each problem that comes up from my failure to get it right, it makes things worse. The deadline is all too soon approaching, and I'm not going to have enough time to work things out. I'm guessing on what to do, and it shows.

She took Thyri's hand in hers and squeezed it gently, her eyes gentle as she spoke softly, it was a library after all.

"Perhaps it's time to take another approach, Milady. Sit back, take a deep breath or two, then mentally look at it. Not the whole thing at once, that's overwhelming but rather focus at first on the most important thing of this project. The one most single important facet. Make it happen. Make a mistake? Fine. You don't go down that road again. Find another. Pretty soon it's all coming together.

You are strong and intelligent, Milady Thyri. You've had to be. You've got this. You can do this. Things are sometimes like a difficult puzzle," she laughed softly, "Greater things than this project have come about because of guesswork, eh? Sometimes, great minds can only guess and then act upon them. No shame there in that.

Meh, listen to me, sounding like some philosopher who knows exactly what she's talking about. I just came to give you some encouragement, faith and hugs."
 
*slips in with a grey tiger kitty (that looks more like a liger) and a laser pointer*
 
Miss Illi! I was beginning to wonder if you fell into a black hole somewhere.

*chuckles* nope... just overwhelmed with the real world... adding a newborn into the mix of children i watch sort of sucked all the time i had, because if i am not fixnig the older ones food or dressing or bathing or cleaning scrapes or discplining them, I am feeding changing rocking, pburping or putting the tiny one to sleep. How is everyone?
 
*looks up and arches a brow at Raven.* And you're going to do what with the laser pointer? *she's trying really hard not to laugh*

*points the laser at Cait's chest, and watches the little grey kitten chase it and pounce upon her, clinging there*
 
She took Thyri's hand in hers and squeezed it gently, her eyes gentle as she spoke softly, it was a library after all.

"Perhaps it's time to take another approach, Milady. Sit back, take a deep breath or two, then mentally look at it. Not the whole thing at once, that's overwhelming but rather focus at first on the most important thing of this project. The one most single important facet. Make it happen. Make a mistake? Fine. You don't go down that road again. Find another. Pretty soon it's all coming together.

You are strong and intelligent, Milady Thyri. You've had to be. You've got this. You can do this. Things are sometimes like a difficult puzzle," she laughed softly, "Greater things than this project have come about because of guesswork, eh? Sometimes, great minds can only guess and then act upon them. No shame there in that.

Meh, listen to me, sounding like some philosopher who knows exactly what she's talking about. I just came to give you some encouragement, faith and hugs."

*Her soft voice, gentle touch, encouraging words, touch me in my heart. TO have friends who care means a lot to me. The tears renew, but this time of gratitude for my friend, not stress and worry.

Essentially, Cait, that is what I've finally had to do. I have no procedure to design the part that I have to design in it's entirety and get it correct. So I made it as best I can for now. It's on a truck tonight headed for the Boeing job site. The installers will have to put it on the structure and mark up the final cut line, then send it back to me to make the final version, if I can.
 
She has tiny little sharp claws. That's all I require. *chuckles* How cute.

She's one of those kittens that latches on to your arm with her front claws, starts digging at you with her back ones, and tries to nom your hand off, all at the same time.
 
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